**Author's note: And we finally got to the 50th chapter! Whoever thought that I would get this far? I definitely didn't expect that I would get to at least fifty chapters when I began. And I had spent an awful lot of time with this fan fiction series. It took me almost two years! Now the only question is... Is it finally over? Well, I don't exactly know yet... Let's see where this'll take me. ;) Don't forget to write a review! xxo**


The Final Surprise

The Revelation Series

A Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction


"Your voice,

It's whispering against my neck.

Your lips erase the old regrets, of anything.

Your mind,

It makes me want to know you more.

So tell me what we have in store...

Tell me everything."

- She Wants Revenge, "Not Just A Girl."


Rays of sunshine already emanated through the windows, illuminating the room with subtle lights as it was only the start of day. And yet, before the sun even rose, he was already awake, staring at the white ceiling just above him. At the corner of his eyes, he saw her shift and faced him. She was still asleep, and he had spent a certain amount of time last night, watching her as she did. But now, he couldn't resist turning and facing her, and watch her yet again.

There was no doubt that she looked peaceful. The light made her skin look radiant, and she was definitely beautiful. Her long eyelashes were brushing her soft skin and her hair resting on her shoulders on the pillow. It was as if last night never happened. And he really wished it didn't, otherwise, he wouldn't feel somewhat guilty. Although he knew that he could just turn it off, still… In the back of his mind, that fear that she might actually hate him was making him feel very concerned. What if his fears were true? What if she really did hate him?

He stopped his thoughts when he saw her eyes open as they were casted downwards and blinked a few times. There, he couldn't help but feel relieved that she was now awake, so he had a faint smile on his lips. "Good morning," He whispered as her eyes slowly casted upwards at his. Her deep green eyes glimmered as she gave him a faint smile, and then she closed them again.

"Good morning," She whispered back.

Then there was silence.

It was comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. And for some reason, she looked absolutely satisfied that Damon couldn't exactly fathom why. Maybe for her it was a comfortable silence, but for him, he now decided that it was an excruciating one. What? No snarky comments? No piercing gazes that could cut through glass? No sarcastic smirks? It was definitely a different treatment, one that Damon's not really all that used to, coming from Elizabeth. She could have this authoritative, cunning, intimidating, strong, and powerful demeanor. And she always had witty and sarcastic remarks up on her sleeve. But silent treatment? That really wasn't her style. And he's definitely not used to this. In fact, it's a bit frightening because nobody could exactly know what she was thinking – except for him, of course. The thing was, he just read her mind now, and it was blank – which was very strange. So he decided to move closer to her and began to stroke her cheek ever so slightly.

"You okay?" He then asked. She gave another faint smile as she nodded.

"Why wouldn't I be?" She replied. Her silky accented voice sounded softer and silkier. Did she always sound like this? Damon couldn't exactly remember. He could feel a certain tension between them, and the air was definitely different. He then withdrew his hand, suddenly feeling afraid to touch her. She was so close but she somehow felt thousands of miles away. And then he suddenly felt another pang of guilt.

With an exhale, he finally whispered, "I'm sorry." And he looked at her with a searching gaze. There, her eyebrows slightly furrowed as she slowly opened her eyes yet again, and looked directly at his.

"There's nothing to be sorry for," She replied. But he suddenly looked down. There was nothing to deny about the fact that what happened yesterday absolutely sucked. It definitely did. And Damon was pissed off. Still pissed off for that matter that he wanted to leap out of the bed, get Alaric's vampire hunting stuff and hunt Rebekah down, and kill her. But then again, death would be too easy, huh?

As much as possible, he would want to make her suffer until her very last breath.

With a glare, he looked away. Sure, just because the compulsion wore off, his humanity was turned on again, but he didn't really want it to stay that way. Perhaps a tad of humanity would suffice, but right now, he was too pissed to even bother worrying about it. What he was concerned about – as much as he wanted to deny through tooth and nail (which was really impossible) – was the one who was beside him right now. Although, he was getting rather annoyed with the fact that she was acting so strange, not to mention, her mind was blocked from his – which was really the only explanation why her mind seemed to be blank. He wished she would just make things easier for him. Then again, if he was right about her possibly hating him right now that would be the last thing she would do to him. He knew her far too well at that. But, he was too deep in thought that he didn't even feel her hand on his cheek. It wasn't until she gently made him face her that he realized that they were only a few inches away from each other. "Relax..." She said in a whisper. It was so soft that he wouldn't have probably heard it without his vampire senses. She had a soft smile on her face as their gazes were locked against each other's. "It wasn't your fault." Damon looked down for a moment before they were up again.

"I know," He replied. It wasn't his fault, but why did he feel guilty? And that was one of the many reasons why he was pissed with Rebekah. This was her fault and yet he was the one who felt like crap.

He wanted to kill someone.

Elizabeth casted her eyes downward as her hand slowly went down from his cheek to his shoulder. There was silence yet again, and her hand went further down by his hip, with only their breaths could be heard, and the birds chirping by the trees outside. He slowly tucked her hair behind her ear. "It was mine..." He heard her suddenly say. And he slightly frowned at her. Did he hear it right? "I shouldn't have waited..." Her eyes landed back at him. "It was such a terrible idea." She then added with a soft scoff as she rolled her eyes slightly. He managed to give her a faint smirk as she looked at him again. "And I want to apologize for that, and for all the mischiefs I have caused." For some reason, Damon could not believe this. He somehow could not believe that that was what she just said. Was it real? He didn't exactly know. But he was sure that the last thing he would want to do was to acknowledge her behavior at this moment. Otherwise, she would immediately flip it back to her cold-blooded and sarcastic ways.

He knew because that was what he would do if anyone did that to him. And yes, they were that much alike.

"Well..." He managed to slightly shrug after a few moments of silence. "I told you it was an idiotic idea." She then softly smiled in amusement as she nodded and slowly closed her eyes again. Her hand slipped behind him and now her arm was already wrapped around his waist. He decided to wrap an arm around her waist too, and pull her closer to him to fill the few inches gap between them. Surprisingly, she let him do so.

Somehow, what she said definitely explained her previous silence. She also felt guilty and probably the other things that he felt too. He now understood, and it was definitely clearer now. After another few long moments of silence, he decided to break the ice. "I wasn't able to fight the compulsion..." He whispered. Her forehead was by his chin. "I tried... But I couldn't." He then exhaled. She looked up at him, her nose brushing by chin and his lips. And he looked down at her with apologetic eyes as he remembered certain scenes from last night. They were the ones that he didn't exactly want to remember. She then slowly shook her head she quietly shushed him. Her finger was on his lips, and placed her hand on his cheek afterwards.

"Let's just rest for a while longer..." Her deep green eyes bore straight through his. They glimmered and they looked a tad warmly at him. But there was something else. Damon slowly realized that they definitely had a hint of adoration in them.

If he was right, of course.

Slowly, she gently pressed her lips onto his in a very short but tender kiss. "I will have to leave soon..." She sent to him through telepathy. As he was just about to give her a faint smile, he frowned. Leave? Again? So soon?

He pulled her more towards him – as if there were any more gaps between them, but there weren't any. He shook his head. "No, you're not." She only bowed her head towards his neck and he could feel her breathe. He stroked her hair and buried his nose in it, gently giving her a kiss in the process.

"I have to deal with Rebekah."

"We'll deal with her later."

She slowly pulled away. But Damon firmly kept her in place. She gazed at him, and he gave her a stern look. "Don't do this again." He sent with a firm tone.

"Do what?" She asked, looking at him searchingly as if she didn't have any idea. Damon rolled his eyes in annoyance and pulled away. He then turned and stood up from the bed. It was as if she had no idea how this continuous debacle between them wasn't leaving him frustrated. It was, and he was getting pissed. He then began to leave his room. "Damon?" She called back. He abruptly turned to face her.

"What?" He demanded. She was up on her elbow, watching him with a frown. And she raised her eyebrows when he said that.

"Where are you going?" She softly asked. Damon glared as he turned his back around at her.

"I need a drink." He replied, as he was about to take a step forward before she blocked her way.

"You did not answer my previous question." Damon looked at her incredulously in annoyance and in disbelief.

"I just did!" He shot.

"No… The one before that," She softly replied. "What did you mean that I shouldn't do what again? What did I do, exactly?" Her tone was definitely challenging, and he managed to give her a sarcastic smirk.

How was he supposed to say that she had been continually shutting him off once she realizes that she was getting soft? That she would shut off when she was showing him her affections? How was he supposed to tell her that it pissed him off whenever she did that? To tell her that he hated the fact that she could just act as if she could disregard him as if he was one of her sired toys? As if he was that disposable to her? That both of them knew otherwise? That if Stefan thought that Damon was a monster and had continually sought for any shed of humanity in him, well, Damon could honestly admit that he still had something there. But with Elizabeth? She could act as if she had one minute and become cold-hearted the next. If Stefan thought he was the worst, Damon could point his finger at Elizabeth and tell him that she was the worst, even when it came to her cold-blooded family. Even worse than Klaus, only she didn't really kill as much as he did. But who was Damon to keep her track record? She probably killed more than he had.

"Let's not pretend that you don't have any idea, Elizabeth." He replied as he began to walk past her. But he stopped beside her and leaned towards her face, as he glared and scrounged his nose. "But if you still decide to, then you know your way out. I'm getting sick of it." Her gaze landed on his but he already turned away and left.


She frowned as she saw the white ceiling and the glaring light of the sun, reflecting through the windows. She closed her eyes and decided to sit up, then opened them again. Her eyes adjusted for a moment before she saw who was sitting on a velveteen chair just a few feet away from her. She frowned and breathed, "Elijah."

And Elijah smiled as he held up the white oak ash dagger that he used against Rebekah. Quickly, she glared at it and then at him. "You can guess again," Elijah said as his eyes laid on her as he slowly smiled. Rebekah narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him. But she continued to glare.

"You daggered me," She said through her gritted teeth as she got on her feet.

"It's the art of surprise," He replied as his eyes landed back to the dagger. "Marcel's men are taking too long than I expected." He impatiently let out a breath as Rebekah stood up straight and frowned. Did he just mention Marcel? Why would he mention him all of a sudden? But she watched her brother stand up as he gave that smirk that she realized, she was familiar with. It only took her a few moments before she finally put two and two together.

"Nik," She breathed. And there, Klaus' – or should she say, Elijah's – smile grew wider. For a moment, happiness gushed through her veins, but it was quickly replaced with annoyance. Klaus would definitely risk his own family just to arrive in a fashionable manner. May it be putting them at a temporary death or so, he would still get his way.

That was Klaus, alright.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" He teasingly asked, as his eyebrows slightly furrowed. But Rebekah only rolled her eyes as she shook her head in disapproval. Why would she happy to see him when he daggered her? Who would be in the right mind to be happy about that?

"I would be if you didn't stab me with the dagger," She shot as she took a step forward. But he continued to smile as he put the dagger on the table beside him. "I suppose you even let Katherine escape." She continued as she crossed her arms over her chest. "You do know that she has the other daggers."

"I might've been dead, Rebekah," He slowly said. "But that didn't make me stupid." His eyes shifted behind her, and so she turned and looked in annoyance. There, she saw Katherine standing by the archway, watching them. Rebekah then turned back. "Since I've been out of the loop, she was the one who let me in on what was happening."

Rebekah suspiciously frowned for a second. If Klaus mentioned Marcel, then that would mean that Klaus' body was in New Orleans. So Elijah kept him there. But Katherine was with Elijah, and she ended up daggering him, so that would mean that she knew about Klaus' body in New Orleans. And she managed to hide that information from Rebekah. Not to mention, how sneaky Elijah was by keeping certain details vague from her either. She then shook her head in annoyance and in disapproval.

With her vampire speed, she went to Katherine, held her by her neck and began choking her up. "You lying bitch!" Rebekah sputtered as she looked up at Katherine. "You knew that Nik's body was in New Orleans, and yet you didn't even tell me." – She held onto her tighter, and Katherine gasped for air. – "You thought that I wouldn't find out?!"

"Easy love," Klaus commented behind, but Rebekah ignored him.

"You thought that you could fool me?" She scrounged her nose, and she shook her head. "You're even lucky that you're alive… Until now." Quickly, she drove her hand through her chest and held onto her heart. Fear was in Katherine's eyes as she let out a gasp and she held onto Rebekah's wrist. When she was just about to pull her heart out, Rebekah was pushed away from her. Her back hit the floor with a loud thud, and quickly Rebekah looked at Katherine who dropped down on the floor and gasped for air.

"You do not touch her, sister," Klaus sternly said to her, and Rebekah glared at him as she got to her feet. "She's mine."

"And yet you never had her," Rebekah sputtered, "Since she managed to run for at least five hundred years, unscathed from your so-called wrath." She then decided to get out of the room, but she immediately turned back and snapped Katherine's neck like a twig. With an exhale, she faced Klaus again, but his eyes weren't glaring at her. They were bright with amusement as he gave her a smirk.

"Satisfied?" He asked. She rolled her eyes.

"Hardly," She replied.

And then they heard the doorbell. Both of them looked at the door. "That must be Marcel's men," He said as he began to walk towards it. Before he opened the door, he looked at Rebekah. "Do me a favor, sister," He said. "Keep my body safe until I get back… I've got a little errand to run." Rebekah frowned. But before she could object, he opened the door and he was already gone. Marcel's men began to walk in with Klaus' body in a huge case as Rebekah approached them.

"Put it here," She called.


Elizabeth opened the door, and there, a smile cracked on her lips. "Elijah!" She practically announced as she waved her hand. "What a wonderful surprise! I haven't seen you for a while, I thought somebody woke Klaus." Elijah smiled back at her.

"No, but I was taking care of his body," He replied. "I had to make sure if it was still there, safe from anyone." Elizabeth continued to smile.

"Of course," She replied. "Come in," She turned her back to him… "I was just about to open another bottle of Bubbly."

"Bubbly?" Elijah asked as he stepped in and closed the door behind him. Elizabeth proceeded to the dining, since the bottle was on the table. She was just about to open it before he suddenly arrived. It was quite strange, though, that he just showed up all of a sudden, but she couldn't care any less. She had a rough morning, and in the process, she may have had more than a few to drink. "Is there a celebration I did not know about?" He then asked as he looked around. "And is that blood I smell?" His eyebrows were slightly furrowed. She then got another glass and held the knife. She slid it towards the end to pop the bottle open. Soon enough it did, and she immediately poured it onto the glasses before it began to make a mess.

"None whatsoever," She smiled. "I'm just in a terrific mood! And I have fed more than I should have." She picked up both of the glasses and went towards him to hand it. He accepted it gratefully with a smirk and a nod.

"Or you've had more alcohol to drink," He commented with a knowing smile. She then smiled sweetly at him.

"You know me far too well," She held her glass up to him for a toast. "To family," She said.

"To family," He clinked his glass with hers and both of them drank, but Elizabeth stopped midway as she watched him. When he was done, she immediately shoved him towards the wall.

"Welcome back, Niklaus," She held him by his neck as she gave him a piercing gaze. Klaus breathlessly smiled. "Did you really think you could fool me?"

"I was hoping I could," He replied with his voice strained as he struggled. But then, he held onto her wrist, twisted her arm around so that he was behind her, and he shoved her face down on to the table, all with his vampire speed. She let out a grunt. "But I knew you'd figure it out." He then said. Quickly, she hit his chin with the back of her head, and then she shoved him towards the other side of the wall, holding the collar of his suit. When he tried to gain an upper hand, she quickly countered and pinned his back on the table, got the knife that she used to open the Bubbly then stabbed him in his heart. Klaus let out a groan as he began to breathe heavily, and glared at her. Her hand remained on the knife's handle and she held onto his neck, choking him.

"How courageous of you to come for a visit, Nik." She then said as she glared back at him. Her tone was both mocking and vicious. And she plunged the knife deeper as he let out a hiss. "Desiccation was a mercy kill. But since you are in Elijah's body, I could kill you now," – She plunged it deeper, – "Permanently." Klaus managed to scoff.

"Go ahead," He said as he struggled. "I could get another body, and you'd end up killing Elijah instead." Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at him, but Klaus gave her a smile as he raised his hands in defeat. "And you do know this isn't a fair fight."

"That's the point," She firmly replied through her gritted teeth and she leaned closer to his face. But he slowly stood up as she slightly loosened her hold on him. Their gazes were locked against each other's, as Klaus gave her a little smirk. He then slowly looked down at the knife that was still in his chest, and he held her hand that held onto the handle. Slowly again, he pulled it out.

"I didn't come for a fight," He said as he let out a sigh of relief once the knife was fully out. She arched her eyebrows as their eyes met again. The audacity of Klaus to come here in Elijah's body was sickening. And if he thought about pulling a stunt off, Elizabeth was ready at any moment. "But I will once I get back to my body," He then added with a smile.

"You don't even have a witch to do your dirty work," She replied as he backed away.

"I made sure Marcel provided for me," He arched his eyebrows and replied matter-of-factly. "Really Elizabeth, you're saying things as if you don't know me." Elizabeth gave him a scornful smile.

"That's the thing," She replied. "I do know, and it was the biggest mistake I have ever done." Klaus rolled her eyes as he smiled.

"Now you sound like a human," He chuckled as he pointed at her. Elizabeth maintained that amused smile. But then Klaus turned his back at her. "I shall see you later, love," He said as he walked away. "It was nice to surprise you." She scoffed in sheer mockery.

"You wish I was!" She called back.


"Hey."

"Hey," Elena gave a faint smile as she held onto the doorknob. It was already afternoon, and Elena had been home with Caroline and Bonnie. They had a sleepover since Caroline insisted that they should be with Elena right now. It was a kind gesture, one that she couldn't possibly refuse. She needed her friends right now. But to see Stefan, standing by her doorway right now, was a bit overwhelming. She didn't expect to see him, not while she was having emotional spirals and dealing with being a vampire all at the same time.

It's all too much.

"Can I talk to you"" He then asked. His eyes danced towards Elena's searchingly that she couldn't possibly refuse. So she pressed her lips together and nodded. She then looked behind since Caroline and Bonnie were still there and were pretending to ignore them. She then decided to step out and talk here in the porch instead. As she closed the door behind her, she went towards the bench and sat down. Stefan followed behind and did the same. It was such an awkward silence, but their presence was so familiar with each other that that was why it felt so strange and distant. And it was also excruciating. Elena placed her hands on her lap and practically stared at it. She felt sheepish all of a sudden.

"So how are you?" Stefan asked, and Elena brought her eyes up at him. "I heard about your conversation with Elizabeth," He then cleared his throat. "Caroline told me." His eyes stared directly through hers as he nodded. She gave a faint smile as she inhaled deeply. Of course, Caroline told him. She heard their conversation, and she was probably as shocked as Elena was.

"Still a little shaken..." She finally replied as she let out a breath. The concern in Stefan's eyes somehow made her feel guilty with all the Damon drama. Somehow, these past few days, she did realize that she wasn't in love with Damon after all. That it was just another vampire emotional spiral. It was another spur of the moment. A mere infatuation. A mistake she had, thinking that it was love when she only cared for him deeply. Stefan was – as cliché as this sounded – the love of her life. Her epic love. And Elizabeth was right. Elena did not know what she was thinking. She didn't know how she could've let it be this way. She felt like an idiot. So she looked down at her lap again.

"I'm sorry," She heard Stefan say. And she suddenly looked at him in surprise. Why was he apologizing for her conversation with Elizabeth?

"It's not..."

"For that and for what happened between us..." He quickly interjected as his eyes landed directly at hers. And now she understood. He came here to actually fix the creases that had been upon to them just recently. But it wasn't his fault. It was hers. And she felt absolutely ashamed right now because he actually had the guts to apologize to her just so they could be friends.

"No..." She shook her head. "I'm sorry." She then said with much sincerity that her eyes stung with tears. "It was a huge mistake, and I didn't mean to hurt you. It was all my fault. I - I was confused, and I didn't know what I was thinking." She shook her head as tears finally trickled down her cheeks. And Stefan, whose eyes looked so hurt, wiped her tears with his thumb. "I feel so stupid…" She began to burst in tears, and Stefan quietly shushed her.

"It wasn't your fault…" Stefan comforted. "I should've understood. When you turned, your emotions magnified, and it was wrong of me to have just reacted so violently." His eyes looked directly at hers, and it was filled with regret. "I know you're having a hard time, and I made it more difficult for you."

"But I hurt you, Stefan." She exclaimed as he cupped her cheeks with his hands. "And it was inexcusable…"

"My actions were inexcusable too." He replied and wiped her tears yet again. Elena sniffled and exhaled. "We've gone through so much, Elena. We can get through this." She stared directly into his eyes before she nodded. And she knew that that should've made her feel better, but it didn't. Her chest was still heavy and it was as if she couldn't breathe. Sadness, though, turned into anger when she suddenly thought of Damon. Somehow, she felt betrayed. Not to mention, hurt. But Stefan was here now. He was all she ever needed.

And before she could say anything, Stefan's phone buzzed. That was when he let go of her and brought it out from his pocket. He looked at the screen and then he suddenly looked at her with a frown. So she frowned as well, wondering who it was. "Who is it?" She asked.


Klaus entered the Grill with that arrogant smirk on his face. He looked around with his hazel eyes as if in amusement. What was there not to be amused about? He was back in his body, good as new – as if nothing happened to him, and he was here searching for one man – a man who had been keeping himself in Klaus' list for more than a few times. And although he had already tormented him from time and time again, the man always came back for more.

Oh the idiocy was far more entertaining than he had expected.

Quickly, he caught sight of his target. And just as expected, he was at the bar. Without further ado, he made his way towards him and stood beside his stool, maintaining that smile. "Well well…" He began. "I didn't expect you to be here." He figured that it was better to say that as a conversation starter… Or to just get on his nerves. "But then again, drinking before sundown's kind of your 'thing.'"

Damon rolled his eyes as he held on that tumbler of scotch that was by his lips. He then put it down on the counter before he turned to Klaus and gave him a bitter smirk. "I see you're alive and well…" Damon said. "I guess there are far more stupid vampires than I thought." He scrounged his nose, but Klaus smiled. But he saw the bartender pass by at the corner of his eyes, so he turned and ordered a drink for himself.

"Scotch, please." Klaus said, and then turned back to Damon, who glared straight away. There was silence between them for a few moments, as Klaus observed Damon's actions. And then he continued to smile. "I see you and Elizabeth aren't in good terms. Do I sense a lover's quarrel?" Damon glared at him at the corner of his eyes. He didn't have any idea how that glare of his brought satisfaction to Klaus. It was great that Klaus was getting on his nerves. It was amusing – entertaining, even.

"We're certainly not lovers…" Damon's tone was low and even as he rolled his eyes. But then he looked at Klaus and gave a sarcastic smile with his eyes wide. "But what I want to know is, why don't you just get lost?" Now Klaus chuckled, as his drink was just served. He then laid a hand on his shoulder. And he knew just how uncomfortable Damon felt when he did. Still, Klaus managed to keep a tight grip so he wouldn't be able to shrug his hand off.

"Ah," He said in amusement and leaned towards him. "But with her, you never know." That was when he released him as he turned to his drink. Damon glared at him as Klaus held onto his tumbler of scotch. He then pointed at him while he held that tumbler. "A word of advice," He then added. Since Katherine was the one who told him things that had happened to keep him back on the loop, this was definitely not none sense. Of course, Klaus knew Elizabeth long enough that the Salvatores weren't even born yet. He knew her better than Damon would. And that will never change. "She will never do what you want her to do." Klaus continued to look at him, but Damon only glared away. "Elizabeth likes unpredictability. She likes complications. She loves the drama, the scandal, and the fun. She loves to be mysterious, to be complex, to be unpredictable. She doesn't like to be caged. Or try to be tamed either. So no, Damon, you'll never get to hold her right at the palm of your hands. Believe me, I've tried." Damon gave him a bitter smile.

"Are you through?" He asked, arching his eyebrows. "Cause' I'm bored."

"And if you thought for a split second that she feels the same way about you…" Klaus continued as he glanced at the tumbler and swirled it around. "Well, you're more of an idiot than I thought." He then glanced at him as he smiled. And Damon glared at him. "She's manipulative. She could make you believe something for one second, and the next, she'd make you believe something else. She's cunning, and devious. And without a shadow of a doubt, she's heinous." Klaus then stood up since he saw that in Damon's eyes, he got him thinking. Quickly, he downed the scotched in two gulps and put it down on the counter. "So I shall expect you at supper tonight at seven. And please wear formal clothing." He gave Damon one knowing look and a smile before he finally turned away.

There was confusion in Damon's face. And that was when Klaus knew that he succeeded.


"After avoiding me and dodging my calls, you decided to finally talk." Stefan answered immediately. He wasn't really pleased with what Damon did. And there was no doubt about that. He was missing for days, and now he suddenly called. Stefan didn't really understand his brother at times. Sometimes, he knew that Damon always chose to torment him from time and time again.

"I called to give you a heads up." Damon replied. His tone was low and even, as if he was bored. Stefan frowned and scoffed as he shook his head in disapproval.

"Oh, so you finally decided to tell us some information..." Stefan replied in sarcasm. He heard Damon exhale impatiently on the other end. Stefan was standing by the porch at Elena's house. And Elena sat there on the bench, watching him and probably listening to their conversation.

"Klaus is alive."

Stefan froze as he continued to frown. "What?" He then demanded. "Klaus is alive? I thought Elizabeth and Elijah took care of his body?"

"They did." Damon replied. "But little Miss Katherine and Rebekah got in their way by scheming together to end Elizabeth. Katherine made a mistake and someone woke Klaus." He then added matter-of-factly.

"And how did you know about this?" Stefan asked as he glanced back at Elena. By the look on her face, she definitely listened through their conversation since her eyes wide in alarm and in surprise.

"I just saw him here at the Grill." He casually replied. "He even invited me for supper. Apparently, suppers are his thing." He then mocked Klaus, and had a hint of sarcasm in his tone. Stefan then arched his eyebrows. Who wouldn't be surprised at that sort of information? And to think that Damon was still alive even if he just faced Klaus – who was probably furious with his desiccation – was even more surprising.

"Are you going?" Stefan then asked. That was the big question – if he was going or not. If he was, then he's an idiot. If he wasn't, well, he was doing the right thing just to keep himself safe. But knowing his brother, Stefan knew that Damon's curiosity would get the best of him. He, admittedly, thought it was intriguing too. And the last time Klaus had invited Damon for supper, Damon ended up with a foul mood. Stefan never really knew what happened that night, so now, he was even more curious.

"Maybe," Damon replied. His tone was slightly teasing, and Stefan rolled his eyes. He then decided to see for himself what this was all about. And because he couldn't let Damon fall into Klaus' tricks.

"Well, if you're going," Stefan replied. "Then I'm going."

That evening…

Stefan followed behind Damon as they entered Klaus' living room. There was a round table at the center of the room, more than a few feet away from the fireplace, where there were flames cackling. Candles were on the table and had a vase filled with flowers as the center piece. It was such a grand setting for just a dinner with Damon. And the formal clothing? Why would Klaus have a dress code for this? And yet, Stefan saw that there were three chairs. "Is there someone else?" He asked Damon quietly. But Damon only glanced at him as he raised an eyebrow.

"You?" Damon said in sarcasm. But then Klaus suddenly appeared.

"I don't exactly remember inviting the other brother..." He commented when he saw them. He had a smile on his face filled with amusement. "But old chums are always welcome in my home." Klaus directly looked at Stefan this time. It was a knowing one, clearly indicating their rich history as "old chums" back in the twenties. But Stefan only managed to give him a stern look. No friendliness whatsoever. Why would he after all what Klaus have done to them? And then, a waitress came out holding a bottle of wine and began filling up their glasses. "Do prepare another seat for my other guest, sweetheart," Klaus then addressed the waitress who gave him a warm smile and nodded when she was done.

She was, apparently, compelled.

"So who's the other guest Klaus?" Damon suddenly asked, with his eyebrows arched. "I thought this was an intimate event." He then added with the same tone of mockery and sarcasm as he smirked. Klaus smiled and looked at him as he raised his glass of wine.

"Oh it's a surprise." He said. "The other guest will arrive probably soon." Stefan frowned, wondering who it was. "But for now, please have some wine." He waved his hand towards the glasses. So they picked it up and sipped.

Two waitresses suddenly entered. The other was carrying a velveteen chair, and the other had the china and the silverware. They did as they were told and they prepared another seat for Stefan. And Klaus smiled at them as he said his thanks – as if he was the kindest person ever.

If only that was true.

"So..." Stefan began. "What is this all about?" He then asked. "You got us here, clearly a statement that you're alive again, but what now?" Klaus smiled knowingly at Stefan after he swallowed some of that wine.

"We wait for the guest, and have dinner." Klaus replied. But Damon narrowed his eyes at him as he paced around a little. His hand held onto the glass of wine.

"See..." Damon said. "How long will it even get here?" He then scrounged his nose.

"Any moment now..." He replied as he maintained that smile. "You ought to have some patience." And there, they heard the front door was shut. They all turned to look who it was, but after a few moments there was nothing. Damon turned to Klaus.

"If you're going to pull a stunt," Damon then warned. "Make sure it's succe—"

"I see now why you have arranged for this supper." Someone interrupted Damon. And they all froze when they saw who it was, standing by the archway. "You said this was a family dinner, and look who you managed to turn up." Stefan glanced at the both of them. Damon's eyes were staring intently there and so did Klaus. Only Klaus had a smile on his face at that comment, since he was clearly proud of his deed.

Elizabeth stood there in this red gown. It was a tube with a heart shaped neckline and a corset type of bodice, with layers of chiffon that flowed straight down to the floor. It made her skin so radiant and soft, that Stefan knew both of these men adored her. And her hair was up in a messy chignon, revealing her bare neck and shoulders. She looked breathtakingly beautiful. It was as if she wasn't real. She then walked towards them slowly, and stopped a few feet away. Her eyes were on Klaus, and she didn't even lay a single glance at Damon. "I wanted to surprise you other than our meeting earlier today." Klaus replied with a smile. Damon arched his eyebrows. So did Stefan and Elizabeth.

"And somehow, I'm quite impressed." She replied as she gave a smirk.

Just then, a waitress announced, "Dinner shall commence."


"So Stefan," Klaus began as he held onto his fork and his glass of wine. "Why did you suddenly want to join us?" He smirked knowingly at him as he sipped. Stefan turned to him, returning that knowing smirk with a look.

"Well, I had to make sure that my brother doesn't end up dead when he arrives home." Stefan replied as his gaze landed on Damon. So Klaus looked and saw Elizabeth smile at Stefan.

"How ironic," She then chimed in. "I believe that you actually hate your brother at the moment. Are you sure that it wasn't one of Elena's orders?" She arched her eyebrows as she looked at him in sheer mockery. And Stefan actually gave her a glare with a scornful smile.

"Well hate is a strong word." Stefan replied.

"Isn't my brother so poetic?" Damon chimed in with much sarcasm. But Klaus smiled. "You do know he has quite a talent for writing." Klaus smiled wider when Damon added that.

"No need to be feisty with your brother, Damon." Klaus then replied. He looked at him and Damon was about to reply before Elizabeth interrupted them.

"So you knew each other in the twenties..." She then said as she glanced at Klaus, who nodded in reply. Damon gave an annoyed look as he began to slice through his steak, and Stefan sipped on his wine. "And you had to compel him to forget you and Rebekah just so you could hide your tracks from Mikael, right?" She asked as she reached for her glass and held it. Klaus continued to smile.

"Yes," He said. Elizabeth smirked as she sipped, and Klaus watched her intently. It was quite amusing that Elizabeth could be so civilized for a moment and be so destructive the next.

"Very interesting..." She commented. But Damon loudly put down his knife as he rolled his eyes. For once tonight, Klaus finally saw Elizabeth look at Damon. Her eyes were raised and they were rather cold. "Is there something wrong?" She then asked as she arched her eyebrows. Her tone was sweet, but Klaus knew better that it was more than anything but.

"Nothing at all," He gave her a sarcastic smile. Klaus watched them intently as they locked each other's gazes. It was as if they had some secret code and they were silently talking with their eyes. He then glanced at Stefan who was watching them too. He clearly felt the tension between them just as Klaus did.

"What was more interesting was that I liked them." Stefan then replied, which made Elizabeth look at him. But Damon's gaze lingered on her before he turned back to his plate. "But you never know…" He shrugged as he glanced at Klaus who just ate that slice of steak. "I could've been compelled." Klaus glanced at him and playfully rolled his eyes.

"But you weren't." Klaus replied with a smile. "You knew that I was your biggest fan." The thing was, Stefan knew and clearly remembered that he wasn't. There was no need to keep on insisting that possibility at Klaus' face.

"Besides, that's not really his style." Elizabeth suddenly said. Immediately, his gaze landed at her. But she pointed an index finger upwards.

"Something you know all about..." Damon silently mumbled. Elizabeth's gaze hardened as she looked at him at the corner of her eyes. Klaus knew that that annoyed her. She hated being interrupted. But Damon chewed innocently and silently, until he realized that Elizabeth did not continue. So he looked up, and smiled sarcastically. Klaus arched his eyebrows and so did Stefan, as Elizabeth inhaled deeply and gave them a forceful smile. He, however, secretly hid a smile as he tried to see what she was going to do next.

Elizabeth then stabbed Damon's hand with her knife onto the table with a loud thud using her vampire speed. Klaus finally smiled, as Damon groaned. But she turned to Klaus, with a polite smile. "Pardon me, Nik." She said as her hand still kept the knife in place. "But do you mind if I have a word with Damon just for a quick second?" Klaus gave her an amused smile.

"Not at all..." He waved his hand and glanced at Stefan who was watching them intently. She then stood up.

"Please excuse us," She told Stefan who nodded. And then, she pulled the knife out of Damon's hand in which he let out a hiss. Elizabeth then gave him a darting look, and he glared back at her. Clearly, she expected him to follow her out of the room. And so without another glance she began to leave and Damon did follow her behind. Klaus, however, reached for his glass of wine and smiled at Stefan. Now that was entertaining.

"They are quite extraordinary, aren't they?" He amusedly said.


Damon glared at one of Klaus' artworks that hung on the wall of his work room, the same room where Elizabeth tricked Elena and turned her into a vampire. How ironic it all was that she brought him here. He couldn't help but wonder what she had under her sleeve since she couldn't possibly trick him into turning because he's already a vampire. Then again, he could end up dead. But Damon wasn't stupid; he knew that Elizabeth wouldn't do that.

She could, if she wanted to be that unpredictable.

"What the hell, Damon?" She then demanded. Damon's glare landed at her but she was unfazed as she gave him her piercing stares. "I understand that you have been quite upset with me, but if there is something else, please pray tell." Damon quickly nodded in annoyance.

"Fine," He then said. "I'll tell you." He pointed at her as his eyes grew wide and he scrounged his nose. "You knew Klaus was alive again, and you didn't even tell me. You and Elijah were supposed to take care of his body and make sure that he stayed dead. Now why is he alive?! Why did you let Katherine and Rebekah get ahead?!"

"I didn't know about Katherine's plan." She then replied. "She has been hiding from me just so I wouldn't be able to know. And clearly, Rebekah didn't have any idea whatsoever that she made a deal with Marcel. He's one of Klaus' loyal men. It was out of my hands!" Damon scoffed and rolled his eyes. There was no doubt that he was pissed off. He could've understood if Elizabeth didn't really know. That was, if Klaus didn't visit her earlier today. But Klaus did, and so it was absolutely inexcusable. And why the hell was she being so civilized at the dinner table earlier? It was as if she had a soft spot for Klaus. If she really did hate him, she could've already figured out a plan to desiccate him by now.

"That's a load of crap, and you know it." He replied, but Elizabeth's nose flared as she shook her head in disapproval. "You still could've told me he was alive again. He could've killed me!" But now she scoffed.

"Do not play this game with me!" She then exclaimed. "You are coming up with shallow excuses just so you could blow up in my face and point your accusatory fingers at me. Now whatever Nik told you, you really shouldn't let him get through your head and stop blaming me." Damon frowned and angrily went to stand in front of her with his vampire speed.

"And what are you saying?" He sputtered. "That this is my excuse just so I could demand something again from you? Just so that I could get what I want? Are you really saying that?" He glared straight through her eyes, and she glared back at his. "And of course you know what Klaus said to me. How couldn't you? Since you know everything, you probably already know why I am so pissed off with you right now." He arched his eyebrows and he clearly was mocking her. Sure, what Klaus said really did get through his head because he was, at some point, right. It annoyed him that Klaus knew so much about her. "I couldn't even stand you." He grumbled as he gave her a head to toe look of disgust.

"Then go ahead and leave," She shot back with a very firm tone. Then, she raised her chin. "I'm certain Nik and Stefan will understand, considering your behavior earlier." Damon managed to have a bitter smirk.

"With pleasure," He replied with a firm tone as well. And with one last lingering glare at her, he turned and began to leave. He got to the French doors, opened one of them, and slammed it behind him. By the door, he stood there and casted his eyes upwards only to see that white wall where there was used to be a table. And then he suddenly remembered that night when he was also here because Elizabeth held Elena captive, only to have tricked her into transition.

Of course, he also remembered what happened after that…

But without another second thought, he used his vampire speed and finally left.


Elizabeth closed the door of the Salvatore boardinghouse behind her, and walked further in afterwards. She found Damon in the living room, sitting on the couch, swirling his drink around as if he was bored, as the fire on the fireplace gave light to the rather dim environment. She stopped in her tracks by the hallway. To come here was probably a bad idea, but frankly, she couldn't care any less. Regardless of their petty arguments, she knew that this was something she had to do. Of all people, he deserved it. And she felt (sort of) terrible when she came back to the dinner table with Stefan and Klaus patiently waiting as they ate and had small talk. She knew that they didn't exactly hear anything because of the violin and the piano playing; still, she knew that they had their own assumptions of what was going on. There was no doubt, though, that they felt the tension between them.

"I don't remember inviting you at my house." Damon said as he looked at his tumbler, and never even bothered to lay a single glance at her. Elizabeth inhaled deeply as she approached him.

"I've come to make amends." She said. But he scoffed as he continued to stare at the tumbler. When she stopped in front of him that was when he cast his eyes slowly upwards at hers. And then he stood up as he locked his glare at her gaze.

"Leave," He firmly said. His eyes grew wide and his nose was scrounged his annoyance. But Elizabeth held his glare and knew that this was the perfect time.

"I want you to listen to what I'm about to say…" She then compelled. "And don't utter a single word until I am finished." She arched her eyebrows and deeply inhaled as she casted her eyes downward before she brought them up at his eyes again. His glare was gone and instead, there was confusion in them. But it will all be clear soon. He just had to wait for her to finish. And so, she let out a breath before she finally began. "I told you that I couldn't give you what you wanted. And you wanted the truth from me, so now I've finally decided to give it to you." Damon slightly frowned. She then paused for a second as she continued to gaze at him dead in the eyes. "This is going to be quite difficult for me to say… And the thing is, I didn't really expect for us to have grown accustomed with each other." She then looked away as she gave a faint smile. "I always thought that we do hate each other and that we were just stuck together because we didn't have anyone else." Her gaze landed back on him, this time without amusement. "In which case, you would probably agree. But both of you and I did not really expect for you to have affections for me. And the truth is…" – She looked down – "I was scared." She now looked up at him as her eyes began to be glassy. "So scared that I didn't know what to do. All I could ever think was how could anyone feel that way for me when I was a monster? I thought that humanity would be my ultimate downfall. And to refrain myself from that, I had pushed so many people away. I did terrible things, selfish things, because I knew it was better if I was hated. It was better to be a monster than to be a human because that's what we were – we're vampires.

"And the other thing was that I didn't believe those people who have proclaimed that they loved me. I always assumed it was a hoax. I always assumed that it was a heinous plot to put me down. And I know that you and I share those fears at some point or another." She then narrowed her eyes as she looked away. "But then a few months ago, I felt something from you. It was the sacred bond, and it was different. None of that I have ever experienced before. And then when I was leaving, you didn't want me to go. Although you did block me from your thoughts, I still knew. I still knew why you didn't want me to leave. And when I came back you had this different intensity. This different vibe that I couldn't seem to put my finger on, but it all became too clear soon. And when you were so upset and so afraid at the same time, I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Yet, I felt hurt when you were. I felt like I was disappointing you and I was the one hurting you either. And I realized that I didn't want to. I couldn't bear to. But I couldn't say anything, and yet, I felt like if I didn't, I would lose you." – She then shook her head as a few tears trickled down her cheeks. "And I realized that I didn't want to either." With a step forward, she managed to hold his cheeks as she blinked the tears down. The look in his eyes changed. They were warm and meaningful, that somehow she knew that he felt what she really did feel because of the sacred bond. Her deep green eyes stared directly through his, and they locked their gazes. "I love you Damon." She finally said. Her hands were slightly cold, her heart thumped in her chest, tears fell down her cheeks, and her voice slightly shook as she did. "I love you so much that…" – Damon's icy blue eyes looked yearningly at her. They had a mixture of happiness, relief, and love. Her heart ached because she felt like there was this gaping hole there. Then she inhaled deeply. "That I don't deserve you." She then breathed. "You deserve someone so much better than I will ever be." Quickly, she looked away, and after a few moments, she finally looked back at him. "And so… I have to leave. I have to do what I have to do." She added and gulped afterwards before she continued. With her gaze staring directly at his, she compelled him. "You shall forget what I just said, and all those precious memories we've shared together. You will only remember me by all those terrible things I have done to you and your friends. And you never loved me." Tears continued to fall on her cheeks as his pupils dilated, and closed his eyes. When he did, she gave him a quick kiss on his lips before she finally whispered, "Goodbye Damon."

And just when he was about to open his eyes, she was already gone.

When she got back to Klaus' house, as expected they were already waiting for her. The living room was rearranged back to its original look as if the dinner had never happened. Elijah sat on the couch, Kol stood by the fireplace, Rebekah was leaning on a table, and Klaus sat on a singles couch. They all turned to look at her with expectant gazes. Klaus, however, smiled.

"I thought you'd never come back." He said as he held on that tumbler of scotch. Elizabeth managed a smile. She made sure that there were no traces of tears on her face before she got here. And that ache in her chest was hidden yet again.

"I had to take care of something." She replied. Klaus then arched his eyebrows in interest.

"Everything done now?" He asked, still with that smile. Elizabeth then nodded.

"Yes." She stared directly at his eyes, and now his smile widened.

"Good." He nodded. "So what now?" He asked as he waved his hand, and Elizabeth watched him intently. "We've had our fun in this little town. We already had everyone fooled. What's the plan?" Elizabeth then smirked deviously. But before she could reply, Elijah stood up from his seat.

"I say it's finally time to move on," Elijah then said as he gave a decisive, yet authoritative glance at her and at Klaus. Rebekah then scoffed as she stood up straight and looked bored at her nails.

"Finally," She breathed. "It's getting a little dull around here." Her eyes landed on Elijah, and then at Elizabeth. But Elizabeth only nodded. It was her decision this time, and she absolutely agreed with them that it was time for their family to move on. Although a part of her didn't want to leave Damon, she had to. But the thing was, she knew he was on vervain, and that the compulsion won't work. She knew before she even did (at least tried to) compel him. Truthfully she only did that out of formality. He deserved to know the truth more than anybody else. And to bare everything to him was absolutely frightening and liberating all at the same time. It was the first time she had ever done that to anyone. Who could ever think that she would eventually tell him everything? Who could ever think that she would be able to tell him the truth? She was surprised at what she did. And honestly, she was rather relieved that he was on vervain. Because maybe one day they would see each other again.

And she knew they would. She was certain about that.

"We'll leave tonight." She said.